LOVE MY POETRY

LOVE MY POETRY

Thursday, October 21, 2010

What is reincarnation??

What is reincarnation? The Cowpoke asked his friend
His pal replied it happens when your life has reached its end
They comb your hair and wash your neck and clean your fingernails
And lay you in a padded box away from life's travails
And the bo...x then goes in a hole that's been dug in the ground
And reincarnation starts in when you're planted neath the mound
Then clods melt down, just like the box, and you who is inside
And then you're just beginning on your transformation ride
Meanwhile the grass will grow upon your rendered mound
And soon upon your lonely grave a single flower is found
And then a horse will wonder by and graze upon flower
That once was you and now become your vegetated bower
The posie that the horse done eat along with his other feed
Makes bone and fat and muscle essential to the steed
But some is left that he can't use and so it passes thru
And finally lays upon the ground this thing that once was you
And say by chance I wanders by, and sees this on the ground
And I ponders and wonders at this object that I've found
And I thinks of reincarnation and life and death and such
And I come away concluding you ain't changed all that much.See More

Promise yourself by Christian D Larson

Promise yourself to be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel like there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best.

To be just enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living person you meet a smile.

To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble…

I wish I had a magic wand...

I wish I had a magic wand
To make it go away;
I’d wave my scepter over you
Until you were okay.

I’d think good thoughts; I’d send you love;
I’d transmit healing vibes;
My wand and I would surely beat
Whatever the doc prescribes.

But there is no magic scepter, so
I cannot cast a spell;
Just know you’re often in my thoughts,
And I hope you’ll soon be well!

By Joanna Fuchs

may there always be work for your hands to do

May there alwyas be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your window pane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool, to weep is to risk appearing sentimental, to reach out for another is to risk involvement, To expose feelings is to risk exposing yourself, To love is to risk not being loved in return, To live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure...and people who rish nothing, do nothing have nothing..YOu may avoid suffering and sorrow, but you simply cannot learn, feel change, grow or love...

A MILLION TIMES

A million times I needed you .. A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you , you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place that nobody could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you , but you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you the day God took you home...

THE DASH POEM by LINDA ELLIS

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
...From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?